As a kid, I used to bring books out to the playground to read during recess while my classmates ran circles around me.
As a teenager, I used to go to school exhausted after pulling all-nighters to read, and whenever I was bratty, my mom would get her revenge by hiding my half-finished books, a particularly cruel punishment for a dork with a bad attitude.
And as an adult, I spent hundreds of dollars to ship at least 75 pounds of hardcovers and paperbacks across the country when I moved from New York to Denver.
So please believe me when I say it pains me to admit that I’m a recent Kindle convert—and I love reading on it so much, I worry that I may never pick up another physical book again.
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